Some Purple Paragraphs... :)

Strange!!! Change is Strange. Change I see. Change is me. They say change is normal and I should take it lightly. Strange! They try to change you and you be the change, and when change is obvious nothing remains the same. Still change is ought to happen, like it happened since stone-age and much before that. Is change a vicious circle? Then will it become the monkey again to be the same? 

- Sunday, August 19, 2012 at 2 pm. 

Everyday I see crows and sparrows around. Today morning as I woke up, I stared at a tree from my window... I saw five to six parrots squawking and feeding on seeds and nuts someone had kept for birds. Green birds with rosy beaks... harbingers of good luck?! :)

- Saturday, August 11, 2012 at 5.48 pm. 

If expectations hurt then let me get used to the pain, and let me be tolerant, let me be strong, and be ready to expect again and to expect lifelong ... As expecting is quite natural...! I think it's human to expect!!

- Thursday, August 9, 2012 at 11.56 pm. ( via BlackBerry Smartphones App)

Friend is U
Friend is ME
Friendship is blood that no one can see!

Friendship is US
Friendship is WE
Friendship is relation without any boundary!

HaPpY Friendship Day to all my "Facebook Friends" and "Family"!!! Thank you FB for allowing me to meet and be in touch with friends which wouldn't have been possible without you!

- Sunday, August 5, 2012 at 4.34 pm. ( via BlackBerry Smartphones App)

On one rainy dawn my alarm started crying. I struggled to find my phone. I searched for it under the pillow, on the table by the bed. I had to walk two steps to greet the phone which I'd kept at distance. (This long-distance relation with alarm allows me to kickstart my day, if I don't embrace the bed again after hitting snooze). Suddenly I realized it's weekend...! :D With a sleepy smile... again I hugged my bed.

- Friday, August 3, 2012 at 10.42 pm. ( via BlackBerry Smartphones App)

Silence or Sound?
What's around?
A healed wound!
The world is round.
A meaningless mound?
An uneven ground
Am I bound?
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NO!

- Tuesday, July 24, 2012 at 10.5 am.

 

Thank you midnight as without you I would have never realized dawn! Looking forward for glorious morning...!!! I can smell fresh grass... and dewy earth... I can predict drizzle and some music that I love...! Sleep before you wake up! Gn! Sd!

- Saturday, July 14, 2012 at 1.6 am. ( via BlackBerry Smartphones App)

 

Life is meaningless without music and FM... When morning starts with Ankit, Malishka, Jituraaj n Bollywood songs... Teri meri meri teri premkahani hai mushqil, Ektara, tujhe sochta hu main shamo subha isase jyada tujhe aur chahoo to kya and many more... And evening with my personal favorite mp3s... Then day gets some meaning!! Music is life... Life is music...!!!

- Friday, July 13, 2012 at 6.21 am. ( via BlackBerry Smartphones App)

 

Thank you Facebook for allowing me to express myself freely without hesitation. Thank you Facebook for not judging me. Thank you facebook for making me feel happy, emotional, aww, funny, lucky, cheerful and so Facebookish! So what if I'm Facebook worm?! Thank you Facebook for being there always in ups and downs. :)

- Wednesday, July 4, 2012 at 11.27 pm. ( via BlackBerry Smartphones App)

 

Today while cooking (which I do once in a blue moon) realized - ADDING SALT to TASTE is a real TEST!! How much is perfect? How much is less? How much will kill the recipe? Hard to tell! :/

- Saturday, April 14, 2012 at 10.45 pm. ( via BlackBerry Smartphones App)

 

GOD (if at all Exists) is not in Shrine but in Soul. In me! In you! In Us! I feel this way.

- Tuesday, January 17, 2012 at 2.37 pm. ( via BlackBerry Smartphones App)

 

Just another summer

Today morning when I woke up, I could feel the breeze. Out of nowhere I could sense the natural cologne of damp soil. ‘Wow, the climate is so nice. This Monday morning is unusual. It is hot but comforting. It should rain,’ I made way for my thoughts. I opened my eyes and realized I have mistaken the tap of the summer on the windowpane as an unexpected cloudy weather. The summer of 2012 (the summer of so called disastrous year in the almanac) is finally here!

As planned I grabbed my car keys and drove to office, picking up my friend Shilpa on the way. We decided to take the Jogeshwari Vikhroli Link Road (JVLR) as it has become our practice since last few weeks. JVLR is more comfortable than the Landmark route to reach the office. Earlier we used to take the left from the Landmark building on the Western Express Highway and Andheri Kurla Junction. Now, we avoid the huge traffic web amidst the construction work of the upcoming Metro Station.

I was driving, Shilpa got busy capturing an interesting Radio Frequency, and soon RJ Ankit made us to pay attention. He was talking about ‘today’s climate’. “Mumbai!! The climate has soared to 40°C today.” Later he was talking about the temptations of the summer. He made us imagine Yellowish-orangey, succulent, plump and the sweetest Alphonso Mangoes. I literally sliced a big matured mango in my mind’s eye and relished its each slice with closed eyes. I could smell the incomparable aroma of mangoes in my mind’s nose.

I also thought of some more temptations, or rather the saviors of the summer, and my list included ice-candies, crushed and flavored ice with orange, kala-khatta and kachchi kairi syrups, a pinch of salt and lemon juice, chilled lemonade, thirst-quenching coconut water, refreshing Lime Juice, Bubbly Coke and yummy Cold Coffee. My mind was trying to make the list long, and...

PAAA!! PAAAAWW!!! A horrible horn broke my day dream. As I came back to my senses, I quickly accelerated the vehicle looking at the signal that had turned green a moment ago. I ignored the honking co-commuters. We had crossed the Axis Bank, and soon reached the Tunga premises. Office was just 2 minutes away.

I could see the aura of summer everywhere. Apart from the burning sun, everything about the season seemed so cool. It felt as if otherwise hot-tempered summer had gulped down its usual temperament for a while. ‘Welcome Summer,’ was all I said as I parked the car and we entered the air conditioned atmosphere of the office.

Courtesy:  Images used are from the various sources on the Internet.

I Found Him!

It is a huge, spacious hall, something like a concert hall or a reception hall. I see a large crowd and equally large chatter. The atmosphere is mystic, but I'm clueless what's happening. I look all around. In the crowd I see people. I recognize some faces; they are the people I know. Some are strangers too. I see people from my distant past. I also see people from my recent past. There are less or almost no people from my present. I try to relax, I stretch my brain to get the point of the event. I want to know what the event is. I have reached at this place by bus with loads of others. We all are sitting crossed legs on the floor of that gigantic hall. I don't know if colour of the walls is white or some other shade. I wait patiently and suddenly...

Teri kismat tu badal de
Rakh himmat bus chal de
Tera saathi, mere kadmon ke hain nishan

He is standing in the middle of the crowd. He is tall with long hair... long curly hair... long curly messy hair. He hasn't parted his hair; his hairline is thin at the temples. His nose is big and personality charismatic. His face is angelic embellished with thick moustache. He is dressed in white. I am not able to see clearly exactly what He is wearing, but I guess it's a long white robe. He is not an ordinary man. Everyone in the hall is gathered to see him once. I am thinking nothing, neither my mind is blank. My eyes are fixed on Him, on his image, on his persona, on his charm... on his divine appearance. My eyes are glued on Him.

Khud pey daal tu nazar
Halaton se haar kar
Kahan chala re
Haath ki lakeer ko
Modhta marodhta hai hosla re
To khud tere khawabon key rang mein
Tu apne jahan ko bhi rang de
Ke chalta hoon main tere sang mein
Ho shaam bhi toh kya 

Now everyone is waving hands at Him and He's waving back. I wave too and suddenly his eyes meet with mine eyes. I keep waving at him, and for a brief moment I feel that the whole crowd has disappeared or blurred. Now, He is waving just at me, I can sense the white and pure aura that surrounds him. Is He glowing or I'm having an illusion of the glow. At this point, I see him disassembling the Marigolds in his hand, He sprinkles the petals aimlessly, and for my amusement all those petals land on my head. I am feeling blessed... divine... the entire experience is so enchanting. I am blessed by... by whom?

Dhundhla jaayein jo manzilein
Ek pal ko tu nazar jhuka
Jhuk jaye sar jahan wahi
Milta hain rab ka rasta 

I cannot see Him anymore. One by one the entire crowd exits. I am alone in that titanic hall. I am blank. Someone approaches me... a lady... she says, "Why are you here? Haven't you got your role yet?" She asks a girl standing next to her to handover a note to me, and the girl obeys. The note has something scribbled on it. It is about the role that I have to perform. I leave the hall with the note. I enter one building, it is not a tall one, but still it has an elevator. There are three people apart from me waiting for the elevator. But only two of us enter, and I think, "Why the two of us are in the elevator when there is space for four." The elevator stops at its destination, I slide open the iron barriers. I am about to step out... and... and...

Jab hoga andhera
Tab payega dar mera
Uss dar pe phir hogi teri subah 

And I open my eyes, my head is heavy... I am still feeling blessed but really heavy. I hold my head and get up. It's one of the lazy Sunday afternoons. I search for my Blackberry... battery is completely drained. It's 1.05 PM. Now I am completely awake. I brush my teeth, grab my laptop, and Google the name... the name of The Figure I think appeared in my dream. I click on the link... the link is actually His name... The first thing that grabs my eyes is a quote, the quote by him, "All seek me, but just few find me."

Ho humsafar na tera jab koi
Tu ho jahan, rahoonga main wahi
tujhse kabhi na ek pal bhi main judaTu na jaane aas paas hai Khuda! 

Courtesy: The captions below the images are Hindi lyrics of the song from the movie Anjaana Anjaani. Images used are from the various sources on the Internet.

The Making of Purples & Maroons!

This is the very first post of this blog... of Purples & Maroons. WHY PURPLES & MAROONS? Hmm... The story behind choosing this name for my third blog is quite long, and I'm not going into details. Instead, I would prefer to give you the gist. Well, Purple and Maroon are the interesting hues. Let's see... umm... Purple is a peppy color, little girly, next choice after pink, lively yet smooth, vivacious and... and, yes, and cute, so full of life.

On the other hand, Maroon... umm... what does pop up in mind when we think of Maroon? A color that is dark reddish brown to dark purplish red, or we often use the word to refer to someone or something that is marooned. In short and sweet, Maroon is something dull and lifeless, but yet a part of life. Purple and Maroon could be the positive and negative forces in life.

Though this could be an attempt to actually decode the hidden meaning of the title, the actual meaning is coming from something else. Purple symbolizes periwinkle flowers blessed with purplish pinkish velvety petals. The delicate personality and cuteness of these flowers always stunned me. They are simple, and unlike roses and lavenders, lack fragrance. But somehow and always they have been able to mesmerize my senses for reason - 'unknown'.

In Marathi Periwinkle or Vinca is known as Sadafuli (meaning: something that blooms all the time) and for me happiness is as pure and purple, and as precious as a periwinkle. Periwinkles are forever.

Now, coming to another hue, Maroon. Well, that was the shade of a shirt, yes, the shirt with half sleeves. The Maroon shirt that made SRK look awesomely handsome and cute in DDLJ. And that's the story. that's it!

So, Purple and Maroon are two colors, two moods that swing, two feelings both happy and sad, two vibrations both positive and negative, two things one living and one material - A purple blossom and a half-sleeve shirt.

And therefore, the shades of Purple and Maroon define me, complete me and make me what I AM.